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Her employer always made sure that Miss Jones took her lunch break wherever they were. As he told her time and again in his unique way, “A well fed assistant is a healthy assistant. A healthy assistant is ready for anything.”
She enjoyed how he cared for her.
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I know where you are leading me strumpet… and I like it!
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I have been to that park…
It’s these impromptu moments you live for, a stolen glance, some accidental exposure and an image that will stay in your memory for a long long time
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How to make a naughty girl good again.
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When Miss Jones failed to meet expectations her employer had some of his “colleagues” get to the root of her problem. Miss Jones loved being in the hands of capable consultants.
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Show me where you want me to fuck you princess.
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He took Ms. Anderson to the empty apartment, made her remove all her clothing, and told her that she was to pleasure herself in front of him until she came.
When she did, he told her to do it again. Oh! how he enjoyed making the debutantes feel naughty, dirty, and only for his pleasure.
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She uncrossed her legs and kept them tightly together in parallel. Her hands were cupped in her lap and she raised her head up so as to straighten her back. She could feel the tops of her thigh high stockings squeeze against her legs. Her garters pulled a little tighter to hold her stockings.
She sat in what one would describe as a non-descript chair. It was hard but not uncomfortable. Its back made sure that if she slumped she would feel the need to fidget. Its legs were sturdy. It was just the right height to be used for whatever one would desire to use it for.
While she sat her mind mentally checked off her dress. Pencil skirt that fell just above the knee. Check. Black stockings with lace tops held by a garter. Check. A lace bra that gave her noticeable but not obnoxious cleavage. Check. A Prussian blue button down shirt that had a high collar and flaring cuffs. Check. Heels that were versatile for work and… pleasure. Check. Her full head of hair pulled back into a ponytail and held together by a white lace band. Check. A hint of make up, a splash of scent, her pearl choker and bracelet. Check. Check. Check. And Check. She almost forgot no panties… yes the wetness between her thighs was a definite check.
She sat patiently for his arrival.
The door opened slowly as he entered his office. She could see his face as he walked in. She could almost sense that there was a bit of shock in his eyes, but nothing else showed across his face. No not him. He knew how to hide his thoughts behind that cared for chiseled face. There were times when she would stare at him on trips, at the office, and in bed where she felt she was looking at a statue of Michelangelo’s come to life. Sure he had flaws. He was human after all. His face though… was always flawless.
He scanned around his office. “I see there as been some decorating going on in my absence.” He placed his bag down next to the open door. She could see straight into her part of the office and to the door that opened out into the hallway. She knew that where he placed his bag would keep the door open. She could see that the door to the hallway was unlocked.
She had done some decorating while he was away. He had been away far too long and she felt the need to redo his office. She had heard him complain about it numerous times and how he wanted a change. So she got rid of everything. Except for the chair. That was a new addition to it.
She would have had the office prepared for him, but since he did not leave her with any instructions nor was reachable for a month. The office remained empty. Except for the chair that she sat in.
She studied him as he looked at her. Until he had left she had always been shy when his intense gaze fell upon her. It was a reflex for her to want to dip her head, but this time was different. She looked at him. She saw beneath his pinstriped suit, white tabbed collared shirt, glossy shined oxford shoes, and his blue tie was the power of his body. The business armor he wore was just that: armor. Underneath it all was the power of his body, his mind, and his heart. She could see all of it and desired him immensely. Her body was reacting to him as her heart began to race and she could feel the wetness between her legs spill out onto her thighs. She knew her skirt would be… stained again as she was not wearing panties.
She watched him slowly remove his suit coat, fold it and place it atop of his bag. His white shirt glowed from the pooled recessed light above him. She could see the cufflink knots, blue to match his tie, when he placed his hands upon his hips. He looked like… passion.
He approached her slowly allowing each step to echo through the room. Each step made her heart skip and then race a little faster than before. She parted her lips just a bit to try and catch her breath. The fall of each foot was foreshadowing of what she wanted to have and that was Him.
He stopped when he stood at her left. His left hand slowly traced her shoulder than up her neck along her chin. Her heart stopped and she felt as if time stopped as well. She was not only under his gaze but also under his touch and that is what she wanted more than anything else in the world.
She went to turn her head into the palm of his hand when she felt her head snap back instead. She had forgotten over these past few months how fast he was. He had grabbed her ponytail and pulled hard. It made her wince and her heart race even faster. She could feel the warm blood flush her face, make her chest heave up and down, and of course her pussy throbbed like never before.
“Miss me Miss Jones?” He queried her in his commanding tone.
“Yes, Sir.” She said stronger than she had before, before he had left. She could see his eyes stare into hers and he moved his face closer.
“I see someone finally grew up a bit.”
“You mock me?” She shot back. She could see that this caught him off guard a bit. Her answer was in a defiant tone and it even surprised her. In his absence she had learned to become stronger through self-reflection. She learned that what was once a more sexual job was really a life she wanted. She felt empty without Him on so many levels and only in his absence did she realize that he filled the space. She finally understood that he would not respect her if she did not respect herself.
Her scalp started to have that familiar sting she loved when he pulled ever so slowly harder, “I do not mock you Miss Jones. I merely stated a fact.”
His face was closer to hers now. His cologne drifted into her and fired every neuron in her mind. Every memory, even the ones she had though she had forgotten, came rushing out. In an instant she relived every caress, thrust, strike, blindfold, hair pull, and… kiss. She felt her body tremble a little and begin to melt. His lips were almost on top of hers. She wanted him.
If this was any relationship like she had before she met him, she would have reached out and kissed him. She would have tore at him. He would have tore at her. Together in heap of clothes, sweat and passionate bodily fluids they would have ended up satisfying their carnal desires. This was not that type of relationship though. As her initial want passed she realized how fleeting that vanilla experience is. The tension that she has now is more real and keeps her body on edge, in tune, and open to the universe. Everything in her is alive and awake.
He held her there and looked into her eyes.
“I…,” her voice began to falter her, “I… um… kiss me.”
“What was that Miss Jones?”
“Kiss me, Sir, please.”
He smirked as he looked into her eyes.
“Kiss me. I beg you Sir please! Kiss me! Kiss me! Kiss me!” Her voice grew stronger and stronger as she begged him to kiss her. She wanted to taste him on her lips and feel the transference and rapturous embrace that can only come in a relationship like theirs. Her entire body cried out for it. “Kiss me, Sir! Kiss me!”
He pulled tightly and she winced as he moved even closer to her. His lips were just a fraction away from hers. He turned his head and leaned in. She parted her lips in anticipation of meeting his and began to closer her eyes.
“I will kiss you only after I test your strength Miss Jones.”
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